The Demon Time Side Story: The One Who Escaped the Net

This is a relatively light-hearted novel, a kind of transition for me. Actually, I dislike light-hearted stories. Why do we read novels, comics, and anime? It's because these things can show us things that we can't do in real life. If people could do those things, what would be the point of reading novels? We could just watch videos, why waste our imaginations? Watching real-life action is so much better. So what I write is fast-paced fantasy, full of my personal fetishes: nipplefuck, super-breasts, silk fetish, foot fetish, genital fetish, breast fetish, etc. Of course, these fetishes only exist in novels and comics. In reality, I'm only interested in foot fetishes, and I don't kiss feet because I think it's dirty. In real life, I don't have a girlfriend, and I believe 90% of the readers don't either. I allow myself to indulge once a month, to go to the places I want to go and find the people I want to find—you know what I mean. Firstly, for my health, and secondly, for financial reasons. Furthermore, as mentioned in this article, Xiaodao is a very innocent person who only had one relationship in college, during which time he never crossed any lines. Actually, I think many guys are the same; we may have obscene thoughts, but that's the darkest side of our hearts that we hide. What we show outwardly is often our most innocent side; we can distinguish between sex and love.
Also, I have to say that Ruguo's writing is really bad, because I couldn't even continue writing towards the end `（*∩_∩* ）′, but I've already written over 10,000 words, and I can't bear to delete them. It's irresponsible to the readers, but I can't say that. If you have a nipplefuck fetish, Ruguo's writing is quite risqué.
Regarding writing style, I actually dislike detailed descriptions. It's not that I can't write them, but I consider other issues. "Handjob" fiction is, after all, "handjob" fiction; its literary value isn't very high. When people are masturbating, they usually skim through the text, and a few exciting passages and words are enough to bring us to a climax. If it's written in too much detail, it loses the point of stimulation. Imagine you're about to ejaculate, and then you see a thousand words of dialogue or a few hundred words describing a single action—you've already reached your climax before the story even gets there… Enough rambling, let's get to the main text:
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These past two days, I've noticed something strange: time inexplicably pauses three times a day, each time for about a few hours. This discovery delighted me. Because I'm unsure when time will stop, I don't dare to do too much, but I've still taken advantage of the situation to steal a few things.
This morning, I was on my way to school, and before we even reached the school, the bus suddenly stopped. Everyone in the carriage seemed frozen in place. I knew time had stopped.
The bus was packed at 7 AM because everyone was rushing to work and school. I glanced around, hoping to spot a pretty girl for a quick fling. What can I do? I'm a virgin, after all. But it seems to be a given that pretty girls never take the bus.
However, this isn't always the case. There's a type of girl who, while not necessarily stunningly beautiful, is far more precious than those conventionally beautiful women: schoolgirls. Because they don't wear makeup, they might not look particularly striking, but that doesn't mean they lack potential. In two or three years, after they go to university and enter the workforce, they'll all be dazzling beauties.
Right next to me was a pure-looking girl, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing the uniform of No. 10 Middle School. No. 10 Middle School isn't far from our No. 6 Middle School, so we often see students from No. 10 on the bus. She looked about my age, around sixteen, with long hair tied in a ponytail. Her features were striking and unadorned, giving her a unique charm. My heart started racing. This...this...this is totally my ideal type!
In that instant, I suddenly felt an urge not to molest her.
As you all know, we fantasize about all sorts of women: strangers, teachers, flight attendants, nurses, older sisters, younger sisters… but we rarely fantasize about someone we truly like. Because liking someone is a sacred emotion, different from sex. Sex is a release, but if we meet someone we truly like, we might even forgo sex. Imagine you meet a girl who makes your heart flutter, and you ask yourself this question: if you could marry her without having sex, would you agree? If you did, congratulations, you've met someone you truly like.
But the next moment, I abandoned this unrealistic thought. Yes, I like her, but it's just her appearance. I don't know her, and besides, we could never be together. Our meeting was just a coincidence; why should I give up such a good opportunity?
I squeezed in front of her. This girl was looking down at a physics book—surprisingly, she was a top student. I looked at her pink lips, pursed my lips, hugged her, and kissed her forcefully. In the past few days, I've kissed no fewer than a dozen women, but this time, my feelings are completely different. Before, it was excitement, thrill, and secret joy, but now, I feel a sense of happiness.
I pried open her teeth with my tongue, hooking it around her soft tongue. When our tongues intertwined, my body felt like it had been electrocuted. Is this what it feels like to kiss someone you like? My hand unconsciously reached inside the girl's clothes. In summer, girls wear very little, just a thin summer school uniform with a bra underneath. Not many high school girls wear bras; most wear bralettes, which is related to the fact that most girls in China don't develop their breasts well.
The bra was wrapped so tightly that I couldn't touch the girl's breasts without unwrapping it. Regretting this idea, I ran my hand over the girl's smooth skin, down her navel, and slipped my hand inside her panties. My hand touched a patch of fine, short, soft hair, like a baby's first hair. Further down were two soft, tender labia. I gently inserted my thumb and forefinger, immediately grasping a thin layer of flesh, as thin as skin. Without lingering, I inserted my middle finger directly into her opening. The warm, moist walls enveloped my finger. I couldn't help but think, "When will my penis be able to enter such a place?"
But when I saw her pure face so close to mine, those thoughts vanished instantly. I even pulled my hand out of her panties. How could I defile such a girl? I deeply inhaled her red lips, wishing I could be with this beautiful girl forever. I knew it was impossible; once time returned, there would be no contact between us.
I released her lips, glancing at the girl with lingering reluctance. I decided to let her go; such a beautiful girl, I simply couldn't bear to defile her.
Instinctively, I smelled my fingers; a few drops of the girl's genital fluid clung to them—a slight, pleasant odor, not unpleasant, even subtly mixed with a delicate fragrance. Could this be the legendary virgin scent?
Everyone on the bus started rummaging through their pockets, taking money from their wallets and then putting it back. I didn't take any identification or bank cards; I only took a few hundred yuan out of anything over a thousand, so they wouldn't call the police. And the police wouldn't care about a few hundred yuan anyway. Although stopping time wouldn't provide any direct evidence against me, it was better to be cautious.
When I reached into a woman's pocket, I stopped. This woman was in her twenties, holding a child who looked about three or four years old. This young woman wasn't particularly beautiful; even with makeup, she was only of above-average looks. Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, but her figure was quite standard—around 1.7 meters tall, with a shapely figure. Her two full breasts were almost spilling out from under her low-cut cardigan, and the lace-trimmed bra further accentuated their allure. I didn't hold back, reaching inside and giving one of those breasts a good squeeze. It felt so good to knead such full breasts!
Perhaps due to obsessive-compulsive disorder, I always find myself looking at my nipples. I can't help it; of the three points, the nipples occupy two. In most men's eyes, the nipples are one of the most mysterious places. Pulling down my lace bra, two large breasts sprang out. The nipples, about the thickness of a finger, had lost their original pink color, turning somewhat purplish, but that's normal, considering the child is already so big.
There was a little white liquid on the nipples. I brought my face close, stuck out my tongue, and licked it. It was sweet, fragrant, and slightly fishy—this must be breast milk. I never expected to find such a treat with a random young woman.
I sucked hard on the slightly large nipples, drawing every drop of sweet milk into my mouth. The rich milky aroma lingered between my teeth before swallowing. Combined with the full, soft flesh and firm, elastic nipples, it brought an exhilarating pleasure.
After I finished drinking, I resolutely decided to leave the bus. I opened the window, grabbed my backpack, and jumped out. It was only three or four stops to school; I could walk. If I stayed on the bus any longer, and too many people called the police, the whole bus would be stuck. My money was in my backpack; wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
Once I reached school, I remembered something important: after sucking that young woman's breast, I was in such a rush that I forgot to put her bra back on. Oh well, it wasn't my problem anyway.
On the bus, I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly time started moving again.
Liu Xin felt a strange sensation in her lower body, but since it wasn't too strong, she didn't pay much attention. She focused on memorizing the physics concepts for today's test. Just then, a woman's scream rang out from inside the bus. Liu Xin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman sitting there, topless, cupping her ample breasts in her hands, her face flushed. The men around her all had their eyes gleaming, as if they wanted to see the beautiful scenery behind her arms.
"Men are all the same," Liu Xin muttered bitterly.
She knew nothing about what happened on the bus. She finished her morning classes peacefully, and after lunch, she took a nap at her desk. She had her favorite English teacher's class in the afternoon, and she was determined to be well-rested.
This wasn't because she loved learning English so much, but because she wanted to make a good impression on her teacher. Our English teacher had only recently graduated from university, was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, about our age, and was also very beautiful, so many students liked her.
When it was time for English class in the afternoon, the English teacher walked into the classroom wearing sandals. Today, she was dressed very fashionably as usual, in exquisite wooden sandals that revealed her meticulously manicured toes and slender, bare legs. She wore a black mini-skirt, through which one could vaguely see the white flesh of her thighs. Above that was a short-sleeved shirt, very fitted, as if it had been deliberately bought a size too small, revealing a sliver of her white belly when she tilted her head back. The tight shirt accentuated her ample breasts, which were too large to encircle with one hand. Perhaps for the sake of her image as a teacher, there was no cleavage, and the collar went all the way to her neck, very neatly. But even so, the fullness and rounded shape of her breasts made the boys in the class swoon.
The English teacher's lesson was as witty and humorous as ever. Although I couldn't hear a word she was saying, I didn't feel bored at all. Just as I was intently watching the English teacher, she suddenly stopped moving. Looking at the other students, they were also motionless; time had stopped again.
I have no habit of wasting time. Since time has stopped, I'm going to make good use of this precious time. Each pause lasts about three hours, and I've made a plan to utilize this time effectively.
I pulled out a small piece of paper from my desk. It listed a few things. First, I'm going to get revenge on Dafei, the class bully. Dafei is a troublemaker in the class who's always wasting his time and has bullied me a lot, so I'm going to get my revenge on him while time is paused. Second, I'm going to rape my English teacher. I thought I'd have to go to the office, but this saves me the trouble. Third, I'm going to torment my homeroom teacher. My homeroom teacher is a great beauty, a woman in her early thirties, but she's stunningly beautiful and looks like she's in her late twenties. However, she has a terrible personality and often beats and scolds students. Even someone like me who doesn't cause trouble gets scolded by her two or three times a day. I heard it's because her husband is very rich and arranged this position for her at the school. She's incredibly arrogant and doesn't even give face to the head of the teaching department, let alone care about the students.
I started with the second thing. After all, she was right in front of me. Saying I was going to rape my English teacher wasn't really that intense; I still liked her quite a bit. I went up to her and took off all her clothes. Looking at her full, mature body, my penis was already hard. The thought of how I could play with her made it tremble with excitement. The
most perfect parts of her body were her breasts and legs. Her breasts, though not large, only about a C-cup, were beautifully shaped, like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, upright and firm, and very elastic to the touch. She had a pair of fair and plump legs; her thighs were full but not fat, and her calves had a slight calf muscle, which made them even more sexy. I placed the head of my penis on her large, white thighs, feeling the comfortable sensation, and slowly moved my penis from her thighs to her lower abdomen, then across her side, from her buttocks to her groin, and from her groin to the back of her knee, feeling the stimulation from every part of her lower body.
When I felt my penis reach its hardest point, I parted the English teacher's legs, my erect penis pointing high, and stood up to thrust directly into her vagina. Her vagina was tight; while not exactly pink, it wasn't dark either, just a slightly deep color, suggesting she hadn't had much sexual activity.
"Let me satisfy the English teacher," I thought selflessly. I squatted down, then thrust upwards, like doing squats, each time penetrating her deeply until it was fully inside. Her tight vagina felt like a sucking lip, and waves of intense pleasure surged through my penis. I grabbed one of her full breasts with one hand, and with the other, I reached behind her and gripped her buttocks tightly, holding her in place. After all, I was essentially raping a flesh mannequin; although she weighed around 100 pounds, my frantic thrusting made it easy for her to lose her balance.
Soon, the English teacher's vagina became moist. This moisture wasn't because she felt anything; it was simply the lubrication from my pre-ejaculate secreted during our encounter. The lubrication made my thrusting faster, and soon a wave of intense pleasure washed over my penis. My ejaculation gate opened, and my semen flooded into her body like a tidal wave. "
Did I lose my virginity?" I couldn't help but think. Although I'd taken advantage of many women, this English teacher was the first woman I'd ejaculated inside. Holding her soft body, I was lost in thought. I'm a very traditional person. Not long ago, I was thinking of saving my first time for my girlfriend until she got married. Of course, I don't have a girlfriend right now, so I
figured I'd just indulge myself like this. I didn't want to think about anything too complicated.
I gently kissed my English teacher's cherry-like lips, then pulled my penis out of her vagina. Turning around, I saw Yang Yurong, the class beauty. This slut, though the prettiest in the class, was also a notorious social butterfly, using her looks to her advantage. She was also quite clever; apparently, a whole class lined up to pursue her, but no one had ever taken advantage of her. Girls like her were usually unattainable in my eyes, but now… I climbed onto the table and shoved my semen-covered penis into Yang Yurong's mouth. I initially just wanted to wipe it dry, but as I wiped, I felt pleasure again. I discovered that during time-stopped periods, my libido became incredibly strong. Normally, one ejaculation would leave me exhausted for hours, but during time-stopped periods, I could ejaculate three times in a row without any problems.
So I simply inserted my penis even deeper, all the way into her throat, feeling her little tongue pressing against the edge of my glans. Using the suction created by the hollow space in her mouth, I began another round of thrusting.
After about ten minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate. Unfortunately, she was a "dead woman" and couldn't move her tongue, so the pleasure was nowhere near as intense as vaginal penetration. Three minutes later, I ejaculated all my semen into Yang Yurong's throat. Because the semen was flowing so forcefully, a small portion even spurted out of her nostrils.
I had no choice but to find a way to end this. First, I found another pretty girl in the class. This girl was a rich second-generation, always showing off her wealth and looking down on everyone. I'd disliked her for a long time. I first used her mouth to lick my penis clean, then took off her school pants and underwear, using her underwear to wipe the semen off Yang Yurong's face. Although I didn't particularly like this girl, I didn't want to do anything too outrageous to her. However, seeing her exposed, pink vulva, it wouldn't be right not to do something. I happened to see an open bag of White Rabbit candies on her desk, so I kindly peeled the candies for her and fed them to her vulva. Watching her vulva "eat" all seven candies one by one, I helped her put her pants back on, then went back to the podium and helped the English teacher get dressed.
Afterwards, I initially planned to do something inappropriate to Dafei, but then I thought of a better idea and immediately acted on it. I
first ran to the small supermarket downstairs, grabbed a bag of hot sauce, and then went to the homeroom teacher's office on the second floor. Besides our homeroom teacher, there were two male teachers in the office, but that didn't concern me; I was only there for our homeroom teacher.
Since I bought the hot sauce, I naturally intended to use it. I'm sure you've all guessed it—yes, I smeared the hot sauce on the homeroom teacher's vulva. The homeroom teacher's cunt truly lived up to its name; the moment she pulled down her underwear, the stench almost choked me. I practically held my breath as I smeared chili sauce on it, then grabbed her underwear and quickly tossed it aside. I was afraid that if I stayed in that stench any longer, I'd end up hanging inside.
Actually, my initial thought was to smear the chili sauce on Dafei's glans, but then I thought, the thought of a grown man looking at another man's penis is just too repulsive. So, I decided to frame her. Back in the classroom, I dragged Dafei to the homeroom teacher's office door, placed her underwear in his hand, and then the chili sauce packet in his hand as well. To prevent him from escaping, I tied his two shoelaces together.
With over an hour left and nothing to do, I randomly picked a classroom and went in to sit down.
Sitting there wasn't interesting, so I looked at the girls in my class. It was a first-year class, and I was already a second-year high school student, so they were like my juniors. I found a few girls who looked clean and pretty, and took off their shoes. Actually, I've never mentioned this before: I have a foot fetish, but not just any feet. I'm only interested in feet that are particularly beautiful and don't smell. After comparing the feet of these girls, I found that one girl's feet were the most beautiful. Her skin was like white jade, with a few faint blue veins. Her five slender toes were perfectly straight, and her toenails were carefully trimmed. I smelled them, and they didn't smell at all. That's her!
The girl sat on a stool, and I sat on the floor. I stretched out her legs and put her crystal-clear little feet in my mouth to suck on them. To be honest, her feet really didn't smell, but it felt really good. Just like the fetish of sucking on a nipple, sucking on toes can also give me a certain pleasure.
I held the junior schoolgirl's left foot in my mouth, then grabbed her right foot and performed a footjob on myself. Sensibly, the pleasure from footjobs wasn't even as intense as handjobs, but that's for a normal person. For someone like me with a foot fetish, the pleasure from footjobs was more psychological than physiological.
Actually, I prefer beautiful legs and feet in stockings to bare feet, but this is a school, and both teachers and students are mindful of their image; finding someone wearing stockings is too difficult. Maybe I'll try stockinged feet next time.
As the soft soles of her feet rubbed against my penis, it felt like they were constantly charging. When they were fully charged, I adjusted my penis, aimed the glans at the junior schoolgirl's sole, and thrust down hard. Thick semen shot out like bullets, the powerful jet even causing my wrist holding her ankle to pull back slightly. After I finished ejaculating, I put her semen-covered feet back into thin cotton socks and helped her put her shoes back on.
I checked the time; it should be about time. I glanced around to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything or left any evidence, except for the semen. But who would actually do a DNA test?
I went back to my classroom and waited for the time to come. About five minutes passed, and the clock started ticking again. I was observing the expressions of my English teacher and Yang Yurong when suddenly a blood-curdling scream came from downstairs. I recognized it immediately—haha, it was indeed my homeroom teacher! If I wasn't afraid of being discovered, I would have gone to check on her. Alas, the sounds of chasing and shouting followed in the hallway. I recognized Dafei's hoarse voice; it seemed he had no chance of escaping.
Then, a violent coughing fit came from inside the classroom. I looked closely and saw it was Yang Yurong. She coughed for a while, spitting out several mouthfuls of semen. Of course, Yang Yurong had no idea it was semen; she thought it was the milk she drank at lunch.
Looking at the teacher, she was much calmer, showing no signs of anything amiss, except for the occasional furrowed brow and slightly smaller steps. If I hadn't been the one instigating all this, I would have even thought I hadn't actually assaulted the English teacher.
As for the rich kid, I saw her fidgeting, crossing her legs, looking restless. Then, she glanced around furtively, noticing everyone was either distracted by the shouts outside or attentively listening to the teacher. She secretly slipped her hand into her pants, and I noticed she was fiddling with it, her expression strange—a mixture of pleasure and pain, her face flushed. After a while, she pulled her hand out, looked at the half-melted candy on her fingers, and her face turned deathly pale.
I felt incredibly satisfied, wondering when time would stop again. As I thought about it, the image of the innocent girl I saw on the bus that morning flashed through my mind. I wondered when I would see her again; I truly liked her.

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